God, The Artist, Has Stolen From Me Poem by Joshua Bantum
God, The Artist, Has Stolen From Me
I touch upon God
with every thought,
So on the 7th day,
when drawing the grass in their spot,
and compounding the mountains of Holy rock….
I cleared my mind
So we couldn’t talk.
But in this mess, I fell to rest,
And from my perfect dream, he drew out you.
Wednesday, September 11, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: mountains
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